Miles 

My heart is pounding from being pounded on by my fists. It seems as though it has been all used up for today, maybe even longer. Nerves start to build in my body and come out through my hands, I can barely write this now but I’m compelled to. Maybe it’s just the coffee, maybe the lack of sleep, lack of something else. I’m beginning to realize how much I reduce and match equivalents and reduce again until I reach zero, but zero has become unreachable today, life is holding something over me, it has one UPed me. 

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